What memories do you have about camping with your parents? Good memories? Bad memories?
I remember my dad really seemed like a dad when we were camping. There were spooky sounds and shadows, but dad seemed to make them go away.
I remember how he would light up the Coleman lantern at night and how he would make coffee on a green suitcase Coleman stove in the morning. FAWHOOOMP! The Coleman would light up with a small explosion. I don't think Dad ever read the instructions for using the lantern, but it worked for him anyway.
I remember how my mother would entertain us kids with crazy stories and the silliest things to keep our young minds occupied. She would catch trout with quick lures she made from a simple hook and the tin foil from her cigarette wrappers.
How about you? What are your memories?
I remember my dad really seemed like a dad when we were camping. There were spooky sounds and shadows, but dad seemed to make them go away.
I remember how he would light up the Coleman lantern at night and how he would make coffee on a green suitcase Coleman stove in the morning. FAWHOOOMP! The Coleman would light up with a small explosion. I don't think Dad ever read the instructions for using the lantern, but it worked for him anyway.
I remember how my mother would entertain us kids with crazy stories and the silliest things to keep our young minds occupied. She would catch trout with quick lures she made from a simple hook and the tin foil from her cigarette wrappers.
How about you? What are your memories?
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